Mind & Soul, A group of stories

[Who Am I?]

The full moon loomed over the forest which hid itself in the shadow, and darkness. Wolves howled, echoeing across the landscape. In a small opening, bursting with flowers and fallen trees lay a fire, which whistled through the midnight air. It's fire strong enough to cause a depressed arrior to leap up in joy, and ride into battle without hesitating. Six adventurers sat around this fire, sat on the floor, silent.

These adventurers; known as "The Six Hearts", waited. Their eyes scattered everywhere. One of the adventurers was named Fuji. Brave he was, fearless. This warrior looked about 24, and had long, brown hair neatly tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were light blue which glittered in the moonlight, watching the rest of the adventurers with ease. His body was nicely fitted inside in armour, iron it was, best iron man could find. It was the same with the rest of his body, including hands and feet. Strapped to his back was a big, heavy sword. Well, to Fuji; it wasn't heavy at all. Also, attached to a brown belt going around his waist was two or three poitions, which held a strange green liquid. obviously to help battle wounds heal.

Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was immediately heard by the others, "Anyone would like to tell any short stories while we wait?" He exclaimed, waiting for them to answer his simple question. . .

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Like the introduction? Good. . . Now, it is time for the boring part, the rules. Ain't I evil? Heh heh. . .

The evil and boring rules!

~ This may seem like story telling, but it isn't. Yes, every single one of you will tell a SHORT story for one post of your life which will be for the bio. (Heh heh. . . You will now be telling us about your character in a your introduction, not a character template!)
~ You will tell us what you look like and what type your character is (like ranger, wizard, druid. . . Blah, blah, blah.) in you introduction (Not character template!).
~ Pass for your first post is "If nothing is nothing why call it nothing."
~ No double posting.
~ Your posts have to be atleast 2 paragraphs. Heh heh. . .
~ If I don't like your way of RPing, I will.. And I mean it, I will kick you out!
~ Don't just RP about yourself, add some extra characters later in on the story and in your short stroy about your life (not while we are sitting there, the only other characters you can bring in while we are in forest are small animals and stuff).
~Only six people will be joining from the start, more can join later!
~ Have fun! (Please tell me if you think I missed something out in the rules.)

List of People..

~Me! Yay!
~ Dragonfly
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Now, enjoy. . .

[Puddle Jumper]

"If nothing is nothing why call it nothing."

((I promise I'll be more active here))

"Anyone would like to tell any short stories while we wait?"

Ethan, A young man nearing his thirties, raised his hand in the air, responding to to the other mans question. He stood up, barely reaching over the fire, even though he was rather tall. Ethan took a short bow and then walked around the fire, greeting everyone around it. "My name is Ethan." He said.

Ethan was dressed in a strange way. Clothing rarely seen in the world, and moslty worn by the military. His baggy pants were in a Jungle camouflage pattern, with underneath black boots. He wore a black leather vest and underneath was a grey shirt made from a foreign material. The last peace of clothing that he wore were gloves. This made him a strange character in the villages and cities. His last exteriour characteristics were that he had blonde hair and blue eyes. His sword was safely in its scabbard, Horozontally tied around his lower back. This was a trademark of a certain Sword technique.
(( http://www.gamecritics.com/feature/a...sis2/art01.jpg + http://www.ihscelti.com/The%20Celtic...r%20Dragon.jpg))

Ethan returned to his spot and he sat down. He sat in such a way that his face was covered in darkness. He did that so that nobody would see the tear that came his cheek. He cried over a loss that took him by the heart.
"I've got a story to tell that is both mine as someone elses. But it begins with me. 4 Years ago, at my 24th birthday, a small rogue army wandered near my village, destroying everything in its path. Unfortunatly that inlcuded my home. It was burned to the ground as I was celebrating with my friends. My parents were asleep at that time, so they perished alongside my home. After that, I wondered around aimlessly, abandoning both my family as friends. That is when I met Sarah. Sarah was on her way to a military group specialising in killing Dragons. She was a dragoon. That is from where I got this vest. It is made from Dragon Skin. Sarah and I both joined the Dragoon Training together ans we graduated together. We splitted up so I could come here and she could go to a family reunion." Ethan stood back up and bowed again, ending his introduction. He took a canester from his blet and he drank of it, for telling the story dried up his mouth. Then he grabbed another canester and he drank from it. It was a medicinal liquid that was inside. It was ment to heal the wound he got fighting a dragon.

((I dont have a flying clue on how to describe the sword and I'm pretty sure my description of Ethan is rather confusing, so I added pics ^.^ ))

[Who Am I?]

Fuji nodded and leapt up from the ground, nearly tripping into the burning fire. He sighed, and smiled, moving his eyes towards the moon which look like a thief eavesdropping in the conversation, "That was good. . But, now, I might aswell tell a short story, that really did happen to me." He exclaimed, swaying his hand over the fire.

"I was five, yes five. And, my life was as happy as it could've of gotten. My father, a brave warrior would always come home from work, bruised and bleeding. It was a horrific site. But, it didn't bother him, beacause he leapt, proppeling me up into the air and back down; catching me in his arms. Oh, how great that night was. My father was really proud. This was because of the large camp of orcs they ambushed. That night we danced, feasted, told jokes, got drunk (Well, I didn't get drunk. I drunk water. .). Hours passed quickly, till the festival ended. And, you could have guessed it. . We slept. I was tucked in, and I immediately fell asleep. Next morning, I was shocked. Because, I wasn't sleeping in my usual, comfy bed. I was in a cold, hard, iron cage. Three others, who were my friends, laid behind me. The cage was rather big and was carted a long by a rather large warg. Suddenly, my friend awoke. She was called Idril, best of friends we were. Always messing around. You know, things children always get up to. . Heh heh. . Anyways, there we were, in a cage, with absolutely nothing to do. Idril was screaming, I was calm. But, eventually, I burst out crying. Dadda! Mamma! I cried banging against the bars like a crazed baboon. Horrible it was, horrible. . ." He said, sitting down taking a drink from the canester.

"Eventually, I noticed what had taken us. Orcs, thousands of 'em. Smellin', stinkin', bloody orcs. Their faces crooked, the body bent over like a deformed chicken. If a orc was in a cage, and not us; it would be in a zoo. They walked along, was if we wern't here. Suddenly, one came up to the side, obviously having trouble trying to catch up with the cart, dust spilling in his eyes. The orc spat all over Idril, causing her to reach forwards and slap the orc around the face, efortlessly. The orc laughed, spat again, and walked off."

"Later on, we arrived. A orc camp. Tents of all sizes littered the area, smoke rose into the pitch black air. A shaman danced around a cauldron, throwing in random ingedients. Suddenly, we were all dragged out of the cage, one by one. I screamed. I kicked. I cried, until I found it... A sword, just lying there on the floor. Then the voice of my Father ringed through my head:

Swords are like beasts.
If you can't tame it.
You are dead.
If you can, you will be as strong as a hunter.
So, use your mind,
Not your body. .

I picked it up and swung it through the air, slicing the orc's leg off completely, bloody spurted out everywhere. That gave me my chance, I leapt up and grabbed Idril's hand and ran ran for my life, right into the forest.... From then on, I trained in the forest as a swordsman. And, now, I am here, with you lot..."

He sighed and sat back down, taking in as much fresh air as possible. That story had tired him.

[Puddle Jumper]

Ethan watched as a moth gently flew by the flames, being carried by the wind and attracted by the fiery dance. Ethan reached out his arm, waiting for the moth. He closed his hand, like a small cage, trapping the moth. He could feel its wings flapping harder and harder until they ultimatly seized. Then Ethan looked towards Fuji and he set the moth free, free to roam the skies in search for more beautiful fiery spectacles.
"That was an intresting story."
Ethan said. He grabbed a reserve water bottle from his belt and he threw it towards Fuji. "Drink! It is a gift from me. Water blessed by the medicinal and regenerative herbs used by the Dragoons. It will come in handy."
Ethan gave that gift for he knew that gifts made friendships.

Ethan closed his eyes and heard as the flames slowly ate the wood on wich it rested and lived. From far away Ethan could hear several wolves howling, birds tshirping and other sounds. Sounds of creatures that Ethan never heard or saw before. He layed himself on the ground and gazed upon a scenary above. A scenary of stars and a beautiful, bright moon that was at its fullest. Ethan patiently awaited for the next person to tell his or her story.

[Who Am I?]

Fuji nodded and stuffed it in a small pouch which hang from his waist, "Thanks." He replied, nodding again. He then rose, taking a deep breath, "As you all know, that our existence is to battle against the hordes of I'kitril. And, so far we have been doing well" He exclaimed, pointing towards a mountain which stood at the horizon as if it was on a painting, "I'kitril's fortress lays just beyond Mt. Drakeon. It will take roughly... six days to reach the mountain and another two days to go through it. Be prepared for a long journey.."

Fuji then sat himself back down onto the floor, waving his hands over the burning fire. He fell silent, waiting for someone to talk. He listened carefully to his surroundings, closing his eyes and shutting off all distractions. His father taught him to do this; it helped Fuji a lot. He felt the calm breeze drift though him. He felt the birds wings beating against the air. He felt the feet of the wolves paws crashing against the soft ground. Then it hit him, those paws sounded as if they were coming towards them... Wait, they were coming towards them!

"Damn! Everyone, we must move now!"

[Puddle Jumper]

((Who's everybody >.< We need more members here ^.^ ^This story reminds me of: The Hobbit ))

[Who Am I?]

(Yeah, I know.. We really need more people. Its proberly because people arn't interested in RPs which unclude a lot of discription and writing.. )

[Puddle Jumper]

((Yes, the avarage skill of the new RP'ers is decreasing by the minute. There are some RP wonders with the newbies, but that is extremely rare. it's a shame. And Ive also noticed that the: * Rping is back in))

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: I will join... and the thing is about the * role-playing is the fact that it is rather easy for them to do it, and they probably role-played on a messenger or something and it is rather commonly used on there. By the way, I am offended by your message Dragonfly, I happened to think myself a very well oriented role-player, I've been doing it for eleven years... However, seeing as how I have to go in a minute, and we are apparently on the move, I will just post a short intro and come back later and tell my story if that is alright with you Who Am I?

IC:

Valyon Lightstar, another member of the party, had been about to speak on his story. He was undecisive at times, thus, was one of his bad habits. However, when time came, he could make a life-threatening decision in a moment's notice. However, this was not quite one of those times. He had come out of his thought cloud in his mind as he heard something moving and then a moment later Fuji speak. He suddenly looked up, as he slowly got to his feet, his odd Omnius Mage clothing moving with him. He eyed their surroundings, as he brushed a hand through his silver/black hair. He appeared no older than those around them in the group. However, he had many secrets he could hide.."Where to?"

[Puddle Jumper]

Originally Posted by Zexion the Master

OOC: I will join... and the thing is about the * role-playing is the fact that it is rather easy for them to do it, and they probably role-played on a messenger or something and it is rather commonly used on there. By the way, I am offended by your message Dragonfly, I happened to think myself a very well oriented role-player, I've been doing it for eleven years... However, seeing as how I have to go in a minute, and we are apparently on the move, I will just post a short intro and come back later and tell my story if that is alright with you Who Am I?

Notice where I said "New RP'ers" :D

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: My bad.. but still... some may take offense to it.

[Puddle Jumper]

((Notice where I said: There are some RP wonders with the newbies :D ))

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: I did, but also notice how that even though you may say something like that they will still take offense, because they are as you said....newbies..

[Who Am I?]

(Yeah, its alright with me.. But, you migh have to tell your story once we get away from this forest. You really can't tell a story when you are getting chased by some wolves... Heh heh..)

Putting out the fire, he turned to Valyon, "The furthest we can go is to the mountain. There will shall rest." fuji exclaimed, checking he had all equipment, "But, now we must go... Quickly." He urged them to move forwards, as if waving to some unknown person. The wolves could be clearly heard now. Their howls echoed throughout the night; obviously telling other wolves about their find. Fuji knew that if they didn't move quick, they wouldn't stand a chance. When he knew he was ready, he took off. He held onto the hilt of the sword just incase. Branches smashed against his face, nearly forcing him to stop. Birds raced out of their trees the moment Fuji reached them. He then stopped quickly, and glanced behind his shoulder checking that the group was still following.

(Sorry, for the short post.. I'm rather tired, sorry.)

[Puddle Jumper]

((And I'm in the middle of a writers block with some RP's ...... I can't think of anything T.T ))